I loved Japan. But did Japan love me too?

In the 6 days that went by, Japan floored me. Completely. With it’s beauty, it’s artistry, its originality and it’s way of doing up things. And now the time had come to return back to my country, India.

The landscape outside had been consistent for a while with a thick fog of cloud cover underneath - white was all that my eyes could see. A
ll of a sudden, the clouds cleared giving way to an unusual tapering structure protruding out from the dense misty cover.

What was it?

Mt. Fuji - Japan

It was Mount Fuji - Japan's highest mountain
and the sacred symbol of the country!

Speechless, I gaped outside. At 3776 meters, Mount Fuji (or Fujisan) rendered a beautiful medley of all that Japan was - calm, composed, elegant, graceful and enigmatic – all in one single phenomena. It was such a beautiful sight to behold. I stared and stared, never blinking for a moment till I saw it no more. The clouds curtained it again, just a few moments of flash and poof! It was gone!

They say, you are really blessed if you can spot and get a clear glimpse of the generally shy Mount Fuji. Just like they say it for the Neelkanth Peak in the Garhwal Himalayas.

I loved Japan. And yes, Japan loved me too.